Our
swamp bridge floated downstream a year and a half ago.
Luckily, the structure easily disassembled into two parts, and Mark and
I were just barely able to carry one half back to lead
from goat pastures to floodplain.
The other half, though,
remained resolutely downstream...until Mark and the Kubota did the work
of two people with ease. Yay for a bridge back in the swampiest portion
of my morning walk!
The goats were equally
thrilled at the addition since the bridge opened up a whole new arena
of floodplain to explore. This area is a little bit close to the
garden, though. Can you pick out the end of our trailer in the upper
left side of the photo above?
I was never able to
graze the goats in this region tether-free when Abigail
was herd queen, but Artemesia is more malleable. My perfect doe grazed
quite happily in previously taboo ground without ever
making a break for the apple trees. It's such a pleasure to have a herd
of well-trained goats!